Slow And Stoned / Method Of Yonash

You're calling me late at night Spasmodically breathing You whisper to my tired Ear An Unintillegible message Slow! Stone it! F... it! Don't creep like a pig! You read me your last will While you're sleeping Your gabble is maybe charming me But can't you see You're drowning I tell you You must go to bed I don't know what I know And I don't call a medicine man I should know that you drown!